But Boyd pushed him aside impatiently, and blew the view-halloo on his ranger's whistle; and in a moment we all were scattering in full pursuit of five lithe and agile Senecas, all in full war-paint, who appeared to be in a panic, for they ran through the thickets like terrified sheep, huddling and crowding on one another's heels.
"Boyd!" I panted, catching up with him.

"This whole business looks like a trap to me.

Whistle your men back to the trail, for I am certain that these Senecas are drawing us toward their main body." "We'll catch one of them first," he said; and shouted to Murphy to fire and cripple the nearest.

But the flying Senecas had now vanished into a heavily-wooded gully, and there was nothing for Murphy to fire at.
I swung in my tracks, confronting Boyd.
"Will you halt your people before it is too late ?" I demanded.

"Where are your proper senses?
You behave like a man who has lost his mental balance!" He gave me a dazed look, where he had been within his rights had he cut me down with his hatchet.
"What did you say ?" he stammered, passing his hand over his eyes as though something had obscured his sight.
"I asked you to sound the recall.